| I wanna text my dawg but he switched
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| Like we both still had plans of gettin' rich, uh
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| Self-made young niggas, Money Makin Mitch
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| I can’t run some bands on no-no bitch (Yeah)
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| Wish I can call my dawg but he in Heaven now
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| How the fuck I missed that call? |
| I know you hear me now
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| Got blood all in my eyes, you can feel the pain
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| It was many nights that I cried, shit don’t feel the same
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| I spinned the block like somebody dyin' or I’m goin' out like Kurt Cobain
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| We catch the nigga who did it, he gone
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| We killin' everything attached to your name
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| Either way they gon' feel my pain
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| See I talk to God 'bout keepin' me sain
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| I switched it up and had to watch how I move
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| I can’t lie, like nigga I miss you
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| Shots fired, if a nigga try to diss you
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| We want smoke, if a nigga got issues
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| Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
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| Yeah, I talk to God like, «I wish I could’ve died with you»
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| I wanna text my dawg but he switched
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| Like we both still had plans of gettin' rich, uh
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| Self-made young niggas, Money Makin Mitch
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| I can’t run some bands on no-no bitch (Yeah)
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| Wish I can call my dawg but he in Heaven now
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| How the fuck I missed that call? |
| I know you hear me now
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| Got blood all in my eyes, you can feel the pain
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| It was many nights that I cried, shit don’t feel the same
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| Oh yeah, yeah-yeah |